Pink paper
waiting for a poem
from a poetess
She is alive with inspiration
writing the first line
suddenly
Italic suits her fine,
and the words, so beautiful,
become
They become and become
and supercharge themselves
on pink
Then "Silvie", she signs,
and we see her go away
from scene
4/18/2015
Categories:
supercharge, passion, poetess, poetry,
Form: Narrative
if my love for you was any greater
the trees would line up in poetic forms
...awe you in sonnets written...
...part...to allow winds to cool your face...
to trace it with nature’s hand.
all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise,
supercharge the breadth of my emotion.
mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy.
even the arid deserts serve up fruits,
their prickly pears peeled on a platter.
sunset would pause and sunrise hurry...
...exist in a paradox to herald your presence.
petals would climb their stems
regroup to bloom again.
butterflies re-cocoon
emerge as glorious fairies
for all children to adore.
the skies would willingly
shape, etch, paint,
frame my exuberance.
the planet would swell,
the galaxies expand.
in the endless depth
of my singular love
i hold you dear,
safely contain you
in my admiring smile,
for now,
forevermore.
16~10~2014
Armand Hamouth
Categories:
supercharge, love, planet, romance, romantic,
Form: Free verse